It's been quite some time Livejournal. I don't know what possesses me to post right now, I guess I'm bored and not at all tired. I just read all of my old posts- weird. I've changed so much. My life has changed so much. I can't even begin to document it all really. Perhaps I'll try- I'm a Sophomore at the University at Buffalo. I'm a joint major in French and Italian. I want to be a teacher. All that talk in previous blogs about my future, well I believe I have figured it out, Livejournal. I will be graduating in the winter of 2011, a semester early. That is if all goes to plan. I'm studying abroad in Italy this summer, in Pisciotta. And the fall semester of my Senior year- Nice, France. So really, I have three semesters at UB left. Next semester is going to be hectic- 17 credits, 3 being an Italian graduate level course, 2 being a teaching internship, and the rest a Greek and 2 French classes. I also have two jobs -babysitting, and I do Kickline. Hm, what fun it'll be.
This semester was, interesting..I'm glad it's over in less than two weeks.
My grandfather died June 29, 2009. My grandmother died May 23, 2009.
I will turn 20 in April. How odd it will be.
No more lacrosse for me, ever again. My college lacrosse dreams never came true, Livejournal.
I haven't been snowboarding for over a year- a reunion with Gina, the mountain and I is currently scheduled for Monday, December 14th. Non vedo l'ora.
I'm getting old fast. Life is too short. Stop it for me Livejournal?
I have been with my boyfriend, Shane, for almost a year and 8 months now.
Oh if my 14/15 year old self could see me now.
Cambiare tutto per non cambiare nulla.
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Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi
questa morte che ci accompagna
dal mattino alla sera, insonne,
sorda, come un vecchio rimorso
o un vizio assurdo. I tuoi occhi
saranno una vana parola,
un grido taciuto, un silenzio.
Cosí li vedi ogni mattina
quando su te sola ti pieghi
nello specchio. O cara speranza,
quel giorno sapremo anche noi
che sei la vita e sei il nulla.
Per tutti la morte ha uno sguardo.
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi.
Sarà come smettere un vizio,
come vedere nello specchio
riemergere un viso morto,
come ascoltare un labbro chiuso.
Scenderemo nel gorgo muti.
-PAVESE
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C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent : où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit : c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort ; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.
Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme
Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme :
Nature, berce-le chaudement : il a froid.
Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine ;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine
Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.
-RIMBAUD
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That picture of me drinking orange juice is so old Livejournal! Eccomi adesso..